Evening glow with a little help from photo filters is day 357 of Photo 365.
I teased a co-worker this week about still having a land line at home. Promptly 24 hours later, the SIM card in my mobile went haywire. Panic set in for a moment because I suddenly had no way of communicating with anyone.
Seeing this old phone at an antique store today made me chuckle. How far we’ve come. And even back in the day when my parents had this type of phone in the house, I was always annoyed by how long it took the number “9” to dial back. I was born in the right era, for certain.
This is day 355 of Photo 365.
My company holiday bowling party is day 353 of Photo 365.
Scurry here, scurry there. That seems to be my new pace during the work week, and especially on day 261 of Photo 365.
What helps you slow down?
Day 260 of Photo 365 was the first game of the preseason for the Minnesota Wild. The first game is always fun to watch. The young kids are trying to make the team so they literally fight, scratch, crawl to impress the coach. It’s a little surreal to be back in a coat and hat already, but I live in Minnesota, right? Go Wild!
My freshman college roommate was from Wausau, Wisconsin, and she was the first person to introduce me to the small cheese nuggets known as cheese curds. “You know they are fresh if they squeak when you chew them,” she told me. And she was right.
Day 259 of Photo 365 is merely a documentary snapshot. At a gas station stop today in nowhere Wisconsin, I was struck by the cheese curd case. A nearly 20 year resident of the North has made cheese curds are just another snack at gas stations to me. But the girl who was born and raised in Kansas remembered that squeaky cheese doesn’t exist in the Great Plains. It was one of those moments that made me realize that I still have two homes in my head.
This morning we stopped at Frank Lloyd Wright’s home and studio in Oak Park since we were in the neighborhood. It’s been a good 20 years since I’ve been in this area, and I had forgotten that Mr. Wright built many homes around the blocks that surround his original house. Even in abstract, you can appreciate his fine lines.
This is day 258 of Photo 365.
Riot Fest in Chicago has some of the best people watching I’ve experienced. Mohawks rule. On others – not me.
This is day 257 of Photo 365.
Today on day 256 of Photo 365 we hit the road from Minnesota for Chicago and a weekend long music festival. The roads in Wisconsin were particularly lovely today.